As the woollendraper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, but continued his passionate addresses. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. ‘Certainly I am not a nun. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. He shall have the estates.
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